Carry My Will [Transformers]

The Long Night

::Skyfire, this is Ultra Magnus, copy.:: Ultra Magnus comm'd back, hoping that he can get Skyfire to their current location for a pickup. ::Skyfire, if you can hear me this is Ultra Magnus, do you copy?:: 

::Copy Comm...pick u...where?:: Came the garbled reply from the aerial commander and Ultra Magnus couldn't stop the relieved sigh from escaping as he glanced down at the two teens in his lap. Drift still hadn't woken up, still deep in his recharge and the commander couldn't help but frown at this. Anyone else would have woken up by now. How low on energy was he exactly? The only Cybertronian awake thought to himself before he comm'd Skyfire back, ::We're in the old oil refinery building. I repeat, in the old oil refinery building.:: His venting halts completely as he heard claws scraping against metal and behind him, on the other side of the wall, snarling could be heard. ::I need backup.::

::Copy tha....comman...On m...way:.:

At least the signal was getting stronger, so that was a relief. Maybe his message got through to Skyfire properly or at least enough for the shuttle-former to piece it together. Ultra magnus didn't stop trying to shake Drift awake but this time it was a little more urgently. He dared not to speak, knowing that that creature on the other side of the wall would be able to hear him, even at a bare whisper. Come on Drift, I need you to wake up. The Lost Light's third in command thought. If only he was a medic then he would be able to force the swordsmech out of recharge. But alas...he was not a medic.

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::Copy that commander, I'm on my way.:: Skyfire comm'd back as he banked a sharp and hard left, going in the direction of the oil refinery building. He knew where that building was, having made stops there during Cybertron's golden age while he was working. And during the war it was one of the few spots left that still produced something that could be consumed aside from energon. It hadn't been nearly as good or as filling as energon, but in a pinch the oil that the refinery made was good enough. A shame we no longer have any refinery masters that we could use to make high grade energon on the Lost Light. Skyfire thought to himself, a small bit of longing in his thoughts but in honesty the stuff at the Hub was pretty fragging good. If only he would agree to be hired as a refiner on the Lost Light. These thoughts were amused as he scanned the ground below and he could see three of those big creatures roaming around at least and it forced Skyfire to slow down and quiet his engines to near silence.

Frag, those creatures will most likely follow me to their location if they haven't picked up any trails already. If he was in root mode he would have narrowed his optics as he watched them scurry and climb across the buildings and rubble. Something has clearly caught their attention and it isn't me. He was surprised by this observation. Skyfire knew they heard his engines as his alt mode isn't exactly quiet so something else must have caused them to go after an easier target. 

It didn't take Skyfire but a minute to realize what they could have picked up on and panic seized his spark and he quickly tried to comm Ultra Magnus again, ::Ultra Magnus, come in. Come in commander, you have a pack heading to your location. I repeat, you have a pack coming after you.:: Static answered him and he swore under his breath and with a loud roar of his engines they flared to life with a bright flash and he shot forward much faster than his previous speed. It was like a crackling boom at the sudden change in speed.

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Oh frag it to the Pits. The commander thought. he had gotten the comm from Skyfire about the pack coming towards him but he hadn't been able to reply. They picked up on the energon trail. He shook Drift's shoulder harder, trying to get the unconscious mech to wake the frag up. Taking a slow deep intake he exvents slowly before he mentally apologizes to Drift before he smacks him hard across the face, startling the white and red swordsmech who quickly scrambled away with a near shout as he grabbed his remaining sword in his servo and looked ready to fight. ::Easy Drift. I had no choice but to slap you awake. You wouldn't wake up otherwise.:: Ultra magnus comm'd and Drift opened his intake to speak out loud - possibly to ask why Ultra Magnus was using the comm instead of speaking normally - but the commander cut him off, ::We are in deep trouble Drift. Hot Rod is still unconscious and we have a pack of those things coming towards us and we have one outside sniffing around. it possibly had alerted the others to our location.::

Drift went quiet for a moment as he rubbed his thumb across the glowing gem, like he was silently communicating with it before he comm'd back, ::Okay, I'll distract them while you get Roddy out of here.:: The young Cybertronian looks up at the commander with determination in his optics and immediately Ultra magnus went into denial about this sudden - most likely half baked or even just not baked at all - plan that Drift came up with on the spot. ::Drift, as your commanding officer I refuse to allow you to do that. You're injured and only have one arm. I am still fit to fight and so you will be taking Hot Rod and making an escape.:: Drift's bright blue almost crystal colored optics narrow, his resolve already steeled. ::And that's precisely why I want you to take Hot Rod and go. You can protect him better than I can right now and you would be able to move faster. I can't carry him in my alt like you can.::

They have a stare down, neither one of them wanting to back down in their own decisions. Magnus couldn't deny that Drift had a point, he would be the better choice but he didn't like that this young mech would most likely offline trying to give him time to get Hot Rod to safety.

::I will let you know that I very much do not approve of this and I will be skinning you alive when we get back to the ship.:: Ultra Magnus barked over comm causing Drift to smile at this but they both knew...if Skyfire didn't come soon then the Lost Light would be down a T.I.C and Ultra Magnus didn't want that to happen. Drift opens his intake and mouths the word 'go' as scratching could be heard at the closed refinery door. They both shared a look and with a heavy feeling in his spark, Ultra Magnus carefully gathered Hot Rod's body and stood up. ::You better stay alive long enough for Skyfire to get here and get your aft back to the ship.::

::I could say the same thing, Commander.::